The first class in the morning is "Introduction to the Subject", which is actually some professional science popularization made by the teachers of the professional courses on their own research directions, which stimulates students' interest in learning professional courses.

"Introduction to the Subject" is taught by five lecturers in turn, and the current lecturer in charge of Zhou Yan's class teaching is a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses.

The criterion for judging whether a lesson is interesting is not whether the content to be learned in the course is interesting, but whether the lecturer is interesting or not.

At least in Zhou Yan's opinion, this teacher named Wang Hua is quite interesting.

Although the things that are talked about are not in the category that can be accepted now, they can still be understood by explaining them in simple terms.

Or even say... Be in ecstasy.

Chen Xiaole and Yang Lei didn't whisper anymore and listened attentively to Wang Hua's lecture.

However, Zhou Yan also knew that these two goods belonged to the three-minute heat, and now Wang Hua aroused his interest in learning professional courses, and when the time came, he would complain about all kinds of "Mathematical Analysis", and even stay on the list of failed courses in every semester.

And Liu Feng, although he is addicted, Zhou Yan has never seen Liu Feng hang the department, every time he can just get stuck in the line, and the science will not fall.

It's weird, but it's understandable.

Sometimes it's much better to be contemplating things than to listen intently in class and be indifferent after class.

Liu Feng naturally didn't listen to this Wang Hua's lecture now.

He was concentrating on writing and painting on a blank piece of paper, Zhou Yan sat in three positions behind Liu Feng, and sat with Lin Congee Congee, looking at Liu Feng's writing and painting things a little bit of a lake, but he also guessed some.

Zhou Yan looked at the Lin Congee next to him who was wearing a cap as always, and saw the little girl remembering the dense notebook, and the juanxiu small characters were particularly eye-catching, and it was a very standard regular script.

There is a sharp edge hidden between the strokes, but it is very restrained, as if it is deliberately closed, but it is very comfortable to watch.

Zhou Yan knew that if there was no intervention from him, Lin Congee Congee would definitely be excavated by Hongda Medical College in the future, and then go to the National Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine as a researcher.

But people are selfish.

The same goes for Zhou Yan.

Letting the porridge go may not really be the way the porridge wants to go.

Stay by his side and take care of him, so he won't be bullied by anyone.

It's pretty good, too.

Zhou Yan supported his chin with the back of his hand, looked at the mountain girl in front of him who was focusing on listening to the lecture and taking notes, looked at her pure and flawless eyes, and looked at the eyelashes that flapped like elf wings, and couldn't help but be distracted.

"Zhou Zhou, don't look at me."

Lin Congee lowered his head and said very quietly to Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan smiled when he heard Lin Congee's words.

It turned out that Xiao Congee knew that she was looking at her.

Zhou Yan pinched Lin Congee's face and whispered, "Congee Congee concentrates on the class, don't worry about me." ”

Feeling the touch of Zhou Yan's fingers, Lin Congee Porridge's face was slightly red, and she whispered, "Oh." ”

The classroom is very large, and Wang Hua, who is focused on lecturing, naturally won't notice Zhou Yan's small movements, and even if he does, he won't say anything.

The introduction to the subject class is taught in three classes together, so many students really can't manage the desertion, and this course has a very affectionate name in the student group - 'water class'

So, Zhou Yan observed Lin Congee intently, observing her baby-like smooth face, jewel-like pure eyes, as well as her upturned nose and vermilion lips.

Zhou Yan thinks, how to look at it, how to have a taste.

Lin Congee's eyelashes trembled slightly, she knew that Zhou Yan was looking at herself, but she was not good-looking, why Zhou Yan liked to watch it so much, she didn't understand.

I guess it's a joke between friends.

Although, it's a little weird.

Lin Congee pressed the cap and began to listen to Wang Hua's lecture intently, but when the pen was writing on the notebook, he still accidentally trembled slightly, and a not-so-good-looking word appeared behind a very regular line of words.

Lin Congee frowned her good-looking eyebrows, pretended to ignore the word, and continued to write later.

But I found out after writing a word.

What is written is a word of the week.

Lin Congee secretly glanced at Zhou Yan and found that he was still looking at himself, and did not notice his words in the notebook, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and pretended to cover the notebook with his arm very casually.

After that, I bypassed these two words and continued to take notes.

It's just that every time she finishes writing a line, Lin Congee will look at these two Zhou characters, as if there is some special magic that attracts her to look at it.

Secretly glanced at Zhou Yan again, and found that he looked down, Lin Congee hurriedly subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, but she quickly realized that something was wrong, so it was like there was something really in it, Lin Congee Congee moved her arm away.

Seeing Zhou Yan look at the notes again, Lin Congee blocked it for no reason.

She didn't want to stop it, but she couldn't help it.

"Is there something?" Zhou Yan leaned over to Lin Congee and asked softly.

Lin Congee shook his head and hurriedly moved the notebook to the right.

Zhou Yan smiled, but he didn't care much.

It's not good to disturb the porridge porridge study, so Zhou Yan will listen to Wang Hua's lecture shallowly.

Lin Congee secretly glanced at Zhou Yan again, and found that he no longer looked at himself, and at the same time he was relieved, but also a little lost.

She glanced at the two words 'Zhou Zhou' surrounded by lines of small characters, and the ghost sent the gods, and after the two words, 'porridge porridge' was written.

After finishing writing, Lin Congee blocked it with his arm again, for fear of being seen by Zhou Yan.

Although Zhou Yan was listening to the class, he had been paying attention to Lin Congee Congee, and he didn't know what great things were written in that notebook, so that Congee Congee was protected like a hat, and he could secretly take it and take it when he turned around.

And Zhou Yan didn't know that when he was watching Lin Congee Congee, there was also someone looking at him.

Hu Xin'er was sitting behind Zhou Yan at this time, because she got up late, Hu Xin'er asked Congee Congee and another roommate to go first, and then she would come to class later, and this also caused the front of the classroom to be empty except for the first three rows, which were basically full, and Hu Xin'er could only sit in the back row.

Where did she have any mind to listen to this water class, her focus has always been on Lin Congee and Zhou Yan.

When she saw Zhou Yan's face pinching Lin Congee, she was also unhappy.

Zhou Yan didn't pinch her.

And Zhou Yan has been observing Lin Congee Congee, which makes Hu Xin'er feel even more depressed.

Obviously, she looks better than Lin Congee and has a good figure, why does Zhou Yan like Congee so much, but he doesn't like her?

Isn't it said that men are superficial animals?

Hu Xin'er didn't understand.

She looked at Zhou Yan depressedly and just watched the class.

Didn't listen to anything.

Fortunately, Zhou Yan didn't do anything to Lin Congee except pinching Lin Congee's face.

Hu Xin'er was thinking that Zhou Yan should just want to make porridge porridge, and he was not interested in porridge.

Hu Xin'er also breathed a sigh of relief.

...

The next class is "Mathematical Analysis", which goes up until 12 o'clock in the afternoon.

Since many students have downloaded the Hongda Home app, they no longer have to go through the trouble of logging in to the school's academic affairs management platform to pick up the class schedule, which can be said to be very convenient.

And this mathematical analysis, after the Hongda Jiayuan app learned that it was in the same classroom, the students of the Counting 101 class also stayed in this classroom.

Because of the small class size, the students from the other two classes left one after another, and the classroom seemed very empty.

Zhou Yan and Lin Congee Congee were still sitting in their original positions, and Lin Congee Congee originally wanted to sit separately from Zhou Yan and wanted to leave.

Zhou Yan directly grabbed Lin Congee's hand and asked her to sit here.

Lin Congee also agreed with a red face.

At this time, Hu Xin'er also came up and sat on Zhou Yan's left.

Zhou Yan looked at Hu Xin'er, who was sitting next to him, and asked angrily, "What are you doing here?" ”

"I like it, can't I?" Hu Xin'er raised her snow-white swan neck, tilted her head, and looked at Zhou Yan with a 'happy old lady' look.

"Gotta get it."

Zhou Yan was too lazy to pay attention to this tiger girl, just sit next to her, she was weird and fragrant, and it was also a pleasure to sit next to her.

Zhou Yan glanced at Zhang Ye, who was sitting in the distance, and found that he was also looking at this side, with a look of envy, but he looked like he wanted to come over but didn't dare to come over, and sighed in his heart that he couldn't help it.

And Liu Feng also put down his pen at this time and gasped heavily.

"Little madman, what are you writing?" Chen Xiaole leaned over curiously.

"Outline." Liu Feng said sneeringly.

Chen Xiaole directly took Liu Feng's piece of paper and looked at it, and put it back in its place after a few glances, he pouted: "I said little madman, you don't really want to write anything, right?" ”

"Try it." Liu Feng said.

"Do you understand this word yourself?" Chen Xiaole pointed to the crooked words written by Liu Feng.

Liu Feng looked at the ugly words he wrote on the white paper, and his face was a little hot.

Yang Lei was originally playing with a fishing master, but he also stuck his head over, looked at it, and shook his head with a drooping mouth: "The little madman wants to practice calligraphy." ”

"Got it, Brother Lei." Liu Feng's face was even redder, he looked around and found that no one was paying attention to him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Feng was going to find Zhou Yan with the outline he had just written, and after hearing Zhou Yan say that he could give him some advice, Liu Feng planned to find him after writing it.

Liu Feng quickly found Zhou Yan in a position in the back seat, now that class is over, there are still twenty minutes to class, Liu Feng wanted to get up, but noticed that there were two girls sitting next to Zhou Yan, one was Hu Xin'er, the secretary of the Youth League, and the other was a girl who often followed Zhou Yan with a peaked cap, Liu Feng thought about it, and sat back in his seat.

can't disturb Brother Zhou to fall in love.

You can go back to the dormitory and look for it again.

Liu Feng glanced at the draft paper of the dense outline he had written, and folded it like a treasure, but soon he took out the scratch paper again and looked at the words on it.

It's ugly indeed.

Liu Feng thought for a while, took out another piece of scratch paper from his schoolbag, and planned to copy it again.

It's just that he hasn't written much neatly, and Liu Feng feels that his hands are very sore.

He wanted to take out his mobile phone to watch and rest for a while, but when he thought of what Zhou Yan said before, Liu Feng felt a sense of guilt now.

Be a home?

Liu Feng muttered in his heart, he liked it very much, and he really wanted to give it a try.

Liu Feng gritted his teeth, turned off his mobile phone, and stuffed it back into his schoolbag.

Looking at the scratch paper full of dense ugly characters, and then at the blank scratch paper next to him, Liu Feng was ruthless and began to copy it seriously.

His hands were very sore, and he was very sore and swollen before he could write a few words, but Liu Feng gritted his teeth and endured it.

Copy it little by little.

When Yu Song, the professor in charge of "Mathematical Analysis", passed by Liu Feng's side, Chen Xiaole and Yang Lei both reminded Liu Feng.

Liu Feng was unaware and continued to copy the outline.

Yu Song smiled and didn't say anything, but walked directly to the podium: "Everyone turn the book to the first page, and we will start the class." ”

Chen Xiaole and Yang Lei looked at Liu Feng, who was still concentrating on copying the outline, and wiped a cold sweat for him.

The two of them glanced at each other, and picked up their phones very tacitly.

Yang Lei: [I said Xiaole, why do you say that Liu Feng is ugly, you see that he is autistic now, and he has to copy it again. 】

Chen Xiaole: [I'm laughing to death, didn't you say it too? ] (smiley)】

Yang Lei: [It's not your beginning. (White Eyes)】

Chen Xiaole: [Isn't that a good thing? (White Eyes)】

Yang Lei: [It's also a good thing to do other things in class? (Doubts)]

Chen Xiaole: [It's the same as if you don't do anything else. (Nose picking)】

Yang Lei: [Let's be with each other. (squint)】

Chen Xiaole: [But this Teacher Yu Song should be very talkative, he didn't say anything when he saw Liu Feng just now. 】

Yang Lei: [Indeed, I also think that maybe this course is very good, and it is not easy to fail. 】

Chen Xiaole: [Makes sense. 】

Yang Lei and Chen Xiaole chatted fascinatedly, not noticing that Yu Song was already standing next to him.

"You two, I just said, don't play with your phone in class, didn't you hear?"

Yu Song suddenly spoke, which directly startled Yang Lei and Chen Xiaole.

"I confiscated my phone first, and I took it in my office after class." Yu Song directly took Chen Xiaole and Yang Lei's mobile phones in his hands.

"Huh?"

Chen Xiaole and Yang Lei looked at the empty hands, and they were both stunned.

"Any comments?" Yu Song's voice was low, but serious.

Chen Xiaole waved his hand: "No, no." ”

Yang Lei smirked: "I don't have either." ”

Yu Song made a straight face: "Don't be hippie smiling in class." ”

"Okay, okay." Yang Lei and Chen Xiaole hurriedly responded.

Yu Song returned to the podium and glanced at it again, many students were smart, and the sound of stuffed mobile phones came from the seats.

Yu Song didn't say anything more, but took out the reference book of "Mathematical Analysis" again: "Now turn to page 20, let's learn the limit sum of the number series." ”

Chen Xiaole and Yang Lei looked confused.

What the situation.

In a moment's time, I skipped twenty pages?

Chen Xiaole didn't dare to whisper with Yang Lei, for fear that Yu Song would find fault again, so he passed the note.

Chen Xiaole: I said Xiaolei, did you talk so fast just now? What sequence limit sums?

Yang Lei: You ask me, who do I ask, the fucking phone is confiscated.

Chen Xiaole: What else can I do, let's get it after class.

The two secretly passed the note, and Yu Song's voice came again: "Now turn to page thirty-five." ”

Chen Xiaole rolled his eyes when he heard this, what is it.

It's thirty-five pages again?

Speak so fast?

Chen Xiaole looked at Yang Lei and found that this product had already read the book, and he was also a little speechless, and he was still chatting stupidly when he co-authored.

Chen Xiaole secretly scolded Yang Lei for being a good man.

But I also quickly opened the book.

Obediently, if you don't keep up with the progress, you desert, and you can't keep up directly.

Chen Xiaole glanced at Liu Feng again, and found that this fool was really focused when he was focused, and he was still copying the outline little by little, and he had already copied most of the boss, Chen Xiaole was not interested in this kind of thing, but he still said a word of admiration in his heart.

Liu Feng, terrifying!

I just don't know when I will be able to fight and become a strong man in Douzong.

Chen Xiaole didn't know.

Alas.

The phone was taken away, and I don't know if Xiao Yunyun sent a message.

Chen Xiaole listened to Yu Song a little depressed, so he looked at the book, he didn't know if he didn't read it, and he rolled his eyes when he saw Chen Xiaole.

None of the books in the sky are so outrageous.

Chen Xiaole rolled his dead fish eyes, sat on his stomach on his seat, and listened to Yu Song's hypnotic voice, and his eyelids began to swing.

Then he lay directly on the table, and soon there was a snoring sound.

Yu Song stopped talking.

The classroom was surprisingly quiet, except for Chen Xiaole's snoring.

Everyone looked at Chen Xiaole.

Yang Lei also poked him a little speechlessly.

"Is class over?" Chen Xiaole collected his saliva and looked at Yang Lei with some doubts.

The classroom erupted in laughter.

Chen Xiaole's face turned red, and he instantly sobered up.

Picking up the book with a numb scalp and pretending to look at it.

"Alright, now turn to page forty-five." Yu Song continued to lecture.

Chen Xiaole rolled his eyes, but he did it immediately.

Looking at the proof process like a ghost drawing talisman, Chen Xiaole wanted to die.

What did he pay attention to Liu Feng just now, what was he doing chatting with Yang Lei, what the hell, what was the old devil talking about.

Chen Xiaole regretted it very much, he should have listened carefully from the beginning.

Secretly glanced at Yu Song, and found that Yu Lao Mo was looking at himself while lecturing, and Chen Xiaole shuddered again.

And in this class, even if he didn't understand what Yu Song was talking about, Chen Xiaole was also very energetic.

Zhou Yan listened to the lecture casually in the back, Yu Song's lecture was very boring, at that time, whether it was a freshman or a sophomore, as long as he listened to Yu Song's class, there was no one who was not sleepy.

And the speed of the lecture is very fast, and the completion of a unit in one class is not just talking.

Of course, Zhou Yan didn't care.

His mind wasn't in class in the first place.

Mathematical analysis is just that.

I've done it before, but it doesn't matter if I listen to it now or not.

How can it be interesting to watch small porridge porridge.

Zhou Yan looked at Lin Congee and found that she remembered very quickly when she took notes, and her pen was steady, every word was very neat, and she didn't know how to practice it.

Lin Congee noticed that Zhou Yan was looking at her again, and whispered, "Zhou Zhou, concentrate." ”

"Well, I'm going to watch you."

When Lin Congee heard Zhou Yan's words, her little face turned red again, and this time, it was so red that it was at the root of her ears.